Sunday morning got me involved in the Santa Monica heal the bay charity marathon (writing about this now as today has been slow) now...
By marathon - I mean 10k (I think)
By involved - I mean observing
It was 7ish in the morning with a cool breeze wandering aimlessly off the ocean, the clouds were grey but light in a way they do when you know once the sun had got into gear. would be a glorious day and there... in front of me... the biggest crowd of miserable, down trodden, unhappy runners.
Everyone of them (except for the few obligatory easy-to-please children) had a face of regret and self loathing, a seconds stare is all you could bare. Any longer and you'd risk making eye contact and start feeling their pain, the only way out would be to politely putting the public announcement system through their pancreas, just to put them out of misery, like a lame horse.
This is why I don't like charities and their uplifting events. It's a burden on everyone, I'd rather open my wallet, stick it on the roof of my car and drive for 23 and a bit miles, and any charity executives that are still chasing me after that, then they can have my donation.
Though seeing those runners on the edge of their will to live, did cheer me up, so it was uplifting in that way, but I'm not going to save a starving child, tortured animal cause of my good mood, I'm going to use it to get the ladies, because they like a guy in a good mood! heh heh...
Going straight back to the old school | 16th May 2011 | 19:50 PDT
Today I thought "you know what I really fancy learning about? Yeah, I wanna educate myself with the muthaf-king Romans bitches!" so I cruised on down to Malibu in my big blue whip of a public bus to the Getty Villa. This place was super swell. much more life and depth than the Getty Center, this had loads going for it such as.
The Getty Villa shows articles from 6000BC through to the 565AD.
It was designed to look like an excavation and is a replica of the largest Villa in Herculaneum (that had the same fate as Pompei) the Villa Dei Papiri. Renovated in 2007 (?) the interior styling borrowed other villas in the area, particularly from original house and Pompeii.
The entrance hall, Atrium, Had inside water area that acted like a water butt and collects rain water through the opening in the roof. There are small galleries off main room, this used to be heart of the house, but as villa grew it turned into a entrance gallery for the untouchables, the small galleries would've been actual galleries of the owners to show off their possessions. Now the galleries house; pots, silver, bronze implements, statues, and arts of work displaying a theatrical theme.
A person's status would depends on how far you'd get into the house, most people only saw the entrance hall, as the house grew the heart of the home moved to the center courtyard gardens an idea borrowed by Greek times (but they would've been hardscape and no plants) this is where ceremonies and the like would take place, it also the axis of home, as the Romans loved symmetry and straight lines, you could look through each room in the house from this area. Styles in this area were taken from House of Coloured Columns in Pompeii, Fountains were from the original Villa, Ceiling from the Streets of the Tombs and Walls from the House of Faun
Off the courtyard are galleries featuring; Monsters and Minor Deities, A basilica (large public room, with a structure that was adopted by Christians for their churches. This room borrowed heavily from the Forum Baths, House of Cryptoporticus and Menander in Pompeii). A hall of coloured marble, with marbles from Italy, Greece, Egypt, Tunisia with Luxury silver vessels in the middle.
A temple of Herakles, son of Zeus. Rooms of mythological heroes and stories of the Trojan wars. There's an East garden too that was used as a refuge from the hot summer months, with trees for shade and fountains for shit and giggles...
A triclinium. Dining room for three where people would recline and dine on delicacies enjoying marble from everywhere in the empire (but no Italian marble here)
Outer peristyle, the grand garden. Most were functional areas but this one was purely for enjoyment. Decorated with inspirational bronze. At the very end you were met with a sea view. A central pool run the length of the garden and would have been 4m deep and have fish. But not this one... This also lead to a statue of the Roman goddess of love, where you were allowed to touch and feel textures.
In the upstairs areas a gallery of "Apollo from Pompeii! details of how they found, made and restored a statue of Apollo and Diana.
In search of biblical lands, a photographic exhibition about a group of visitors finding Jerusalem and travelling to Jordan. Documenting their journey long the way, back in 1839
Cypriot art, neolithic and bronze age arts, ancient glass making and different types
The Use of animals in ancient art, significance of wine (social, religion, economic) athletes and competition, coins gems and jewelry, men, women and children in ancient life.
Other things I learnt..
The second floor, originally had no windows or view as this was used for food storage and slaves and the wine disgusting, so they used spices, honey and water to make it more palatable
The only thing that ruined the experience for me, was that it was recently renovated and the architects enlisted to transform the place, want to create an atmosphere that you're at an archaeological dig and you'd just "discovered" this villa sitting there, unfortunately it comes across as a oppressive concrete square mess (particularly the entrance area) and the rest of the grounds were passable.
I'll also assume they're the ones that turned the Villa (that was probably quite authentic looking in Getty's day) into a Floridian/Vegas style mall making it seem cheap and generally just... not great
I still loved the place though regardless of those points and it's such a relaxing lovely place to spend the day to forget everything but to really appreciate the Getty art centers you need to start at the villa to learn the foundations then head to the center. its hard to explain but its like watching Lord of the Rings 2 before the first one, you can appreciate it but you've no idea about why you should give a shit about it. I like the villa a whole heap.
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| Does exactly what it says on the stone |
The Getty Villa shows articles from 6000BC through to the 565AD.
It was designed to look like an excavation and is a replica of the largest Villa in Herculaneum (that had the same fate as Pompei) the Villa Dei Papiri. Renovated in 2007 (?) the interior styling borrowed other villas in the area, particularly from original house and Pompeii.
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| Wow, the REALLY feels like I'm in an excavation! |
The entrance hall, Atrium, Had inside water area that acted like a water butt and collects rain water through the opening in the roof. There are small galleries off main room, this used to be heart of the house, but as villa grew it turned into a entrance gallery for the untouchables, the small galleries would've been actual galleries of the owners to show off their possessions. Now the galleries house; pots, silver, bronze implements, statues, and arts of work displaying a theatrical theme.
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| There's a hole in my roof of my Roman villa, dear Liza, dear Liza |
A person's status would depends on how far you'd get into the house, most people only saw the entrance hall, as the house grew the heart of the home moved to the center courtyard gardens an idea borrowed by Greek times (but they would've been hardscape and no plants) this is where ceremonies and the like would take place, it also the axis of home, as the Romans loved symmetry and straight lines, you could look through each room in the house from this area. Styles in this area were taken from House of Coloured Columns in Pompeii, Fountains were from the original Villa, Ceiling from the Streets of the Tombs and Walls from the House of Faun
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| Here's looking at you, kid |
Off the courtyard are galleries featuring; Monsters and Minor Deities, A basilica (large public room, with a structure that was adopted by Christians for their churches. This room borrowed heavily from the Forum Baths, House of Cryptoporticus and Menander in Pompeii). A hall of coloured marble, with marbles from Italy, Greece, Egypt, Tunisia with Luxury silver vessels in the middle.
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| Of course, halogen light bulbs and electricity were readily available in 5AD |
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| Found my marbles! |
A temple of Herakles, son of Zeus. Rooms of mythological heroes and stories of the Trojan wars. There's an East garden too that was used as a refuge from the hot summer months, with trees for shade and fountains for shit and giggles...
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| Some old stuff, someone liked and/or found and kept it and/or repaired it |
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| There's nothing better than 2 fountains! |
A triclinium. Dining room for three where people would recline and dine on delicacies enjoying marble from everywhere in the empire (but no Italian marble here)
Outer peristyle, the grand garden. Most were functional areas but this one was purely for enjoyment. Decorated with inspirational bronze. At the very end you were met with a sea view. A central pool run the length of the garden and would have been 4m deep and have fish. But not this one... This also lead to a statue of the Roman goddess of love, where you were allowed to touch and feel textures.
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| Sea eye-view of the garden |
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| These are actually hand painted walls |
In the upstairs areas a gallery of "Apollo from Pompeii! details of how they found, made and restored a statue of Apollo and Diana.
In search of biblical lands, a photographic exhibition about a group of visitors finding Jerusalem and travelling to Jordan. Documenting their journey long the way, back in 1839
Cypriot art, neolithic and bronze age arts, ancient glass making and different types
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| That's nice Johnny, but what f-k is it meant to be? |
The Use of animals in ancient art, significance of wine (social, religion, economic) athletes and competition, coins gems and jewelry, men, women and children in ancient life.
Other things I learnt..
The second floor, originally had no windows or view as this was used for food storage and slaves and the wine disgusting, so they used spices, honey and water to make it more palatable
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| Cloud eye-view of the garden |
I'll also assume they're the ones that turned the Villa (that was probably quite authentic looking in Getty's day) into a Floridian/Vegas style mall making it seem cheap and generally just... not great
I still loved the place though regardless of those points and it's such a relaxing lovely place to spend the day to forget everything but to really appreciate the Getty art centers you need to start at the villa to learn the foundations then head to the center. its hard to explain but its like watching Lord of the Rings 2 before the first one, you can appreciate it but you've no idea about why you should give a shit about it. I like the villa a whole heap.
Just another day in Paradise | 15th May 2011 | 19:20
It hadn't started out to be one of those life changing, eye-opening kind of days, but what day really does? It all started at 7am watching a 10k race on Ocean Ave. cheering on the runners, then meeting up with some friends to watch football at the pub. The afternoon is where it got a bit weird, I was walking down the Promenade and this guy comes up to me and asks.
"I've been watching you (yeah, creepy) - and this may seem a weird question, you're not an actor or model are you?"
"Nope"
"Oh ok, is it something you'd ever thought of doing?"
"Err, yeah, I guess..."
"Great, I run an agency and there's a huge demand for 'your look'"
"Generic brown hair'd guy with glasses?"
"No, no, no! Not at all, you're like if Woody Allen and a super model had a love child, you'd be it"
"Haha, yeah right - but thanks"
Anyway... we chatted for about an hour and walked to his office to do some screen shots and do a quick acting lesson
Reviewing the playback - he was impressed "You look like James Franco's younger brother (No Henry, that doesn't make you James Franco) - if you just relaxed and worked on your memory (I couldn't remember my lines) you could be really bookable, it's a shame you don't have papers, I could book you with many auditions"
"I find you very interesting, you write, you can act, you're funny, you're intelligent, you can be a real somebody"
He then wrote me a list of books to read and want me to decide this week if it's something I really would want to do...
"I've been watching you (yeah, creepy) - and this may seem a weird question, you're not an actor or model are you?"
"Nope"
"Oh ok, is it something you'd ever thought of doing?"
"Err, yeah, I guess..."
"Great, I run an agency and there's a huge demand for 'your look'"
"Generic brown hair'd guy with glasses?"
"No, no, no! Not at all, you're like if Woody Allen and a super model had a love child, you'd be it"
"Haha, yeah right - but thanks"
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| My stage name will be "Your Name Here" (via seo-writer.com) |
Anyway... we chatted for about an hour and walked to his office to do some screen shots and do a quick acting lesson
Reviewing the playback - he was impressed "You look like James Franco's younger brother (No Henry, that doesn't make you James Franco) - if you just relaxed and worked on your memory (I couldn't remember my lines) you could be really bookable, it's a shame you don't have papers, I could book you with many auditions"
"I find you very interesting, you write, you can act, you're funny, you're intelligent, you can be a real somebody"
He then wrote me a list of books to read and want me to decide this week if it's something I really would want to do...
Award winning crap | 14th May 2011 | 15:22 PDT
When I first got here to these here parts of California, I was recommended Jinky's as a great place to go and have breakfast. Today was that day I would go and have a lovely breakfast! I had just witnessed a crappy FA cup final and wanted to unwind and enjoy a diner/café, that wasn't a Starbucks.
I think I'm going to have to hunt down and bash these people who advocated that this was the best place to get breakfast with a parking meter.
The seats - General comfort levels, equalled that of sitting on shopping trolley whilst landing in a canyon.
The food - Vile and bland, It looked like sun baked rubber next to a bird colony and tasted like the most boring grey imaginable.
- It was greasy - their toast was so wet from grease that the bottom side resembled bread again.
- It was dry - my mouth felt liked had I continued to eat this, I'd have to funnel in olive oil to reopen it again.
- Their coffee - like black water with soapy foam in top.
And this crap is meant to be award winning!
Thing is with American diners, is that you forgive their under par, unhealthy food because their service and atmosphere more than makes up for it, I got in just before the morning rush and it was a peaceful atmosphere but the service was SHIT.
My server didn't give a crap about what I was ordering, nor actually delivering it to my table, didn't checking if everything was alright whilst I was eating it. The only bit of reasonable service I recieved was 2 seconds after I put my fork down to finish and a bill landed on my table with 18% tip already added on.
FUCK YOU, Ithought screamed in my head. I paid for food and no tip and left disgusted with a bad taste in my mouth.
On my way back to the house, I stopped by the Apple store to play on an iPad 2, and in its Memo application I idly wrote "Jinky's is the worst place to eat, ever!" and left it for all to see.
UPDATED:
I checked it again on Friday 21st May out of curiosity and was greeted by 4 other messages of agreement in that same memo
"I second this statement"
"You're right it is awful, whoever wrote this"
"Horrible experience and food, everyone must avoid"
"Hello. I am writing my name on an iPad 2, it is great fun and so easy to type with"
OK, so that last one probably wasn't a review, but it's nice to hear/read I'm not alone with this.
I think I'm going to have to hunt down and bash these people who advocated that this was the best place to get breakfast with a parking meter.
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| Place of disgrace (via withoutbaggage.com) |
The seats - General comfort levels, equalled that of sitting on shopping trolley whilst landing in a canyon.
The food - Vile and bland, It looked like sun baked rubber next to a bird colony and tasted like the most boring grey imaginable.
- It was greasy - their toast was so wet from grease that the bottom side resembled bread again.
- It was dry - my mouth felt liked had I continued to eat this, I'd have to funnel in olive oil to reopen it again.
- Their coffee - like black water with soapy foam in top.
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| Last award won in 1997, probably cost them a lot to gain that (via jinkys.com) |
And this crap is meant to be award winning!
Thing is with American diners, is that you forgive their under par, unhealthy food because their service and atmosphere more than makes up for it, I got in just before the morning rush and it was a peaceful atmosphere but the service was SHIT.
My server didn't give a crap about what I was ordering, nor actually delivering it to my table, didn't checking if everything was alright whilst I was eating it. The only bit of reasonable service I recieved was 2 seconds after I put my fork down to finish and a bill landed on my table with 18% tip already added on.
FUCK YOU, I
On my way back to the house, I stopped by the Apple store to play on an iPad 2, and in its Memo application I idly wrote "Jinky's is the worst place to eat, ever!" and left it for all to see.
UPDATED:
I checked it again on Friday 21st May out of curiosity and was greeted by 4 other messages of agreement in that same memo
"I second this statement"
"You're right it is awful, whoever wrote this"
"Horrible experience and food, everyone must avoid"
"Hello. I am writing my name on an iPad 2, it is great fun and so easy to type with"
OK, so that last one probably wasn't a review, but it's nice to hear/read I'm not alone with this.
Always Learning | 13th May 2011 | 13:13 PDT
Barbers used to be a place not only for haircuts but a place for surgery as well back in the old time when photos were black and white sepia.
Does the buck stop here? | 13th May 2011 | 10:04 PDT
One tiny action spirals into a medley of pointless thoughts no one cares about. Sunday's hangover and being asked where a Starbucks was, had this exact same effect on me that was, How to locate a Starbucks without a map or asking for directions.
You may not be aware of this unless you suffer from agoraphobia and you insist on closing your eyes every time you leave the house but, there are quite a lot of Starbucks stores out there in the that big scary world that wants to harm you. How many are out lurking? In the UK around 800 and in the US around 12,000 - So finding one, you may understand is a very difficult task to do (if you're a moron)
I've devised this way when I get lost in the middle of a city and need a Starbucks to sooth my panic with background jazz and "that Starbucks smell" and with only a frequent bus services and many taxis to take me back home - this acts like a temporary paper bag when I hyper-ventilate.
It's quite a simple plan, you have to be out on the streets walking around for it to work. As you walk around you'll eventually notice someone with a paper cup melted to their hand with a mermaid logo on it, this is your first sign you're near to the holy grail.
Have you pen and paper ready as there are two things you need to take note when you spot this unbeknown messenger of yours. Which direction they're walking in and how big was that cup?
Direction they're walking in
You'll need to go in the opposite direction to them. The reason for this is that most people after acquiring their takeaway coffee will walk away from the store to their desired location, this theory works 99% of the time.
The 1% it doesn't is usually before 9am when you'll see dark eyed individuals walking around slowly with their hand holding up an invisible pole, the pole's size is usually the same of that, of a takeaway cup. These 1% will be walking towards a Starbucks, if you have the patience, follow them as they'll know the quickest route.
Size of the cup
The size of the cup dictates how far you'll have to walk in order to reach your store. The first cup size you'll probably notice is the "Venti" and as you hone in on the store you'll notice cup sightings will become more frequent and the size of these caffeine vessels will get smaller.
There's a simple method to work out how far away you are, every fluid ounce equals around a minutes walking.
Short is 08 US fl oz is 8 minutes
Tall is 12 US fl oz is 12 minutes
Grande is 16 US fl oz is 16 minutes
Venti is 20 US fl oz is 20 minutes
Trenta is 31 US fl oz is too far away, so just give up now.
And this kids, is why you should never allow any "brilliant" ideas whilst hungover to incubate and breed into a mental monster of nonsense.
You may not be aware of this unless you suffer from agoraphobia and you insist on closing your eyes every time you leave the house but, there are quite a lot of Starbucks stores out there in the that big scary world that wants to harm you. How many are out lurking? In the UK around 800 and in the US around 12,000 - So finding one, you may understand is a very difficult task to do (if you're a moron)
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| Finally, I found it - and I only had to walk to New York! (via pinoytutorial.com) |
I've devised this way when I get lost in the middle of a city and need a Starbucks to sooth my panic with background jazz and "that Starbucks smell" and with only a frequent bus services and many taxis to take me back home - this acts like a temporary paper bag when I hyper-ventilate.
It's quite a simple plan, you have to be out on the streets walking around for it to work. As you walk around you'll eventually notice someone with a paper cup melted to their hand with a mermaid logo on it, this is your first sign you're near to the holy grail.
Have you pen and paper ready as there are two things you need to take note when you spot this unbeknown messenger of yours. Which direction they're walking in and how big was that cup?
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| That should put an end to my post-lunch lull for a while (via cutie-kitty-pie.deviantart.com) |
Direction they're walking in
You'll need to go in the opposite direction to them. The reason for this is that most people after acquiring their takeaway coffee will walk away from the store to their desired location, this theory works 99% of the time.
The 1% it doesn't is usually before 9am when you'll see dark eyed individuals walking around slowly with their hand holding up an invisible pole, the pole's size is usually the same of that, of a takeaway cup. These 1% will be walking towards a Starbucks, if you have the patience, follow them as they'll know the quickest route.
Size of the cup
The size of the cup dictates how far you'll have to walk in order to reach your store. The first cup size you'll probably notice is the "Venti" and as you hone in on the store you'll notice cup sightings will become more frequent and the size of these caffeine vessels will get smaller.
There's a simple method to work out how far away you are, every fluid ounce equals around a minutes walking.
Short is 08 US fl oz is 8 minutes
Tall is 12 US fl oz is 12 minutes
Grande is 16 US fl oz is 16 minutes
Venti is 20 US fl oz is 20 minutes
Trenta is 31 US fl oz is too far away, so just give up now.
And this kids, is why you should never allow any "brilliant" ideas whilst hungover to incubate and breed into a mental monster of nonsense.
Search for a Ball-Point Quill | 12th May 2011 | 14:56 PDT
Finding and having the ability of buying a pen in this town seems an impossible task... Not impossible just really inconvenient task to have to undertake, It's not like you can pop into your local stationery outlet store and buy a black but biro for 40p this is because stationary stores in Los Angeles sell everything but...
The first place I went to was Staples, which have seemed to moved away from "useful office items" in recent times to the bracket of "useless gadgets you'll use once to fill your office with to make you look productive" They had pens but in bulk of thousands and I only needed one so I went to the next place I knew...
The second was a paper store, racks and racks of blank paper, blank books, blank calendars, blank diaries, blank cards - lots of brilliant clean pieces of paper begging to have a friendly pen to just throw up random scribbles all over it. yes a pen rack, err I'm looking, I'm looking, gold pens, glitter pens, permanent marker pens, pens to brush your teeth with, pens to fix your cat, pens to stamp tiny versions of pens with... Damn not one bastard pen to write with.
I was so livid. in my mind, I "bin Laden'd" the store, I made 2 massive paper airplanes and threw them at the store (and I can joke about that now because bin Laden is dead) causing a big smear on their front window, that'll teach them.
The third one was another stationery store, selling things like letterheaded paper, business cards etc. At this point it hadn't dawned on me that this penless store hadn't any pens, so I asked for a pen.
"A pen you say? Oh no sir, don't do those here" to the tone of, "why on earth would you want one of those things for?"
... Ok ... "Do you know where I could get one?"
"I think there's a place in town" and proceeded to pull out a pen from a massive tub of pens and draw me a map pointing me back to the paper store, which I wasn't in a hurry to go back to
"That's a lot of pens, maybe I could buy one of those?"
"Sorry sir, these are mine"
"Oh ok" admitting defeat, but I should've pointed out that everything in the store is his until he sells it. I left slightly saddened by this experience.
I gave up hope until I visited my local pharmacy for some unbeknown reason, probably because I like the calming smell of illness and atmosphere of near death as there is no hospital nearby... And something sparkled in the corner of my eye. A migrane had set in, as I laid down to fall into a temporary coma, I saw a rack of pens, real pens, actual real pens! I felt like a kid in a stationery shop! Pens! Loads of lovely pens! I picked out a brilliant pen, ergonomically suited, smooth ink, turn it around to see its technical specifications, free refill! amazing! oh, wait, what!?
$12!! for a pen? sod that! no wonder there are hardly no pens in this country and everyone uses an iPad, this is ridiculous, so I dropped the pen on the floor and left. Disgusted with the world of stationery.
Want to justify an iPad? I use 1 pen a month and a notebook every month and a bit (cost of about $15 each about $150 a year) which works out an American like me, spends around $295 a year on mental notes, an iPad costs $499 - so if I keep an iPad for 2 years, it pays itself!
Shame I hate Apple and everything about it, even the fruit makes me want to vomit a Steve Jobs shape on the floor.
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| Yes, that's a lovely set of pins, but I want a pen! |
The first place I went to was Staples, which have seemed to moved away from "useful office items" in recent times to the bracket of "useless gadgets you'll use once to fill your office with to make you look productive" They had pens but in bulk of thousands and I only needed one so I went to the next place I knew...
The second was a paper store, racks and racks of blank paper, blank books, blank calendars, blank diaries, blank cards - lots of brilliant clean pieces of paper begging to have a friendly pen to just throw up random scribbles all over it. yes a pen rack, err I'm looking, I'm looking, gold pens, glitter pens, permanent marker pens, pens to brush your teeth with, pens to fix your cat, pens to stamp tiny versions of pens with... Damn not one bastard pen to write with.
I was so livid. in my mind, I "bin Laden'd" the store, I made 2 massive paper airplanes and threw them at the store (and I can joke about that now because bin Laden is dead) causing a big smear on their front window, that'll teach them.
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| This thing was huge! (via slashgear.com) |
The third one was another stationery store, selling things like letterheaded paper, business cards etc. At this point it hadn't dawned on me that this penless store hadn't any pens, so I asked for a pen.
"A pen you say? Oh no sir, don't do those here" to the tone of, "why on earth would you want one of those things for?"
... Ok ... "Do you know where I could get one?"
"I think there's a place in town" and proceeded to pull out a pen from a massive tub of pens and draw me a map pointing me back to the paper store, which I wasn't in a hurry to go back to
"That's a lot of pens, maybe I could buy one of those?"
"Sorry sir, these are mine"
"Oh ok" admitting defeat, but I should've pointed out that everything in the store is his until he sells it. I left slightly saddened by this experience.
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| THEY'RE ALL MINE!! My precious.. preciouses.. err.. Preciousii (via 4.bp.blogspot.com) |
I gave up hope until I visited my local pharmacy for some unbeknown reason, probably because I like the calming smell of illness and atmosphere of near death as there is no hospital nearby... And something sparkled in the corner of my eye. A migrane had set in, as I laid down to fall into a temporary coma, I saw a rack of pens, real pens, actual real pens! I felt like a kid in a stationery shop! Pens! Loads of lovely pens! I picked out a brilliant pen, ergonomically suited, smooth ink, turn it around to see its technical specifications, free refill! amazing! oh, wait, what!?
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| Close... but not quite. (via go-pens.com) |
$12!! for a pen? sod that! no wonder there are hardly no pens in this country and everyone uses an iPad, this is ridiculous, so I dropped the pen on the floor and left. Disgusted with the world of stationery.
Want to justify an iPad? I use 1 pen a month and a notebook every month and a bit (cost of about $15 each about $150 a year) which works out an American like me, spends around $295 a year on mental notes, an iPad costs $499 - so if I keep an iPad for 2 years, it pays itself!
Shame I hate Apple and everything about it, even the fruit makes me want to vomit a Steve Jobs shape on the floor.
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